a kitten’s curiosities

Day 2, Feb 22, 2008

Beeping. i woke up to beeping…not just any beeps though, the beeps of a cell-phone long since dead, that hasn’t seen a charger in years…i rolled over and subconsiously began swinging my arms around to grab the little beast and turn it off so that the battery wouldn’t go dead…i woke up to hitting the side of my couch? Upon sitting up, i realised that it was about 3:00 in the afternoon, Mitchell and gang would be here to pick me up at 7:00, my room is filthy, and i need a shower. not in that order, mind you.

So i stumbled through my clutter, did my morning routine, made a cup of catnip, and sat down at the computer, for a lovely afternoon of playing Dofus. All was great and powerful in the land of Astrub until i decided that i wanted Curi-Kit (my level 3(?) Cra) to become a miner. Sounds great right? well it was… until she came. All i was doing was mining tin, gathering levels, and mountains of useless ore to sell at a later date, but suddenly, some p2p (pay to play) Ecaflip comes in wearing a ridicules tree-stump mask and dressed in fuschia and seafoam green. Not only are there tons of other mines that only p2p players can access, but she’s also a higher level than me–which means she can mine Tin, Bronze, Copper, AND Iron. She’s mining all of the above, Including my iron. Bitch! So finally, after she’s happy with all that she’s gathered, i can mine again. Happily mining, i waste about 3 more minutes, before another person comes in wearing the same ridicules stump mask… she’s also a higher level, but she’s a fellow cra. Guess what she starts doing? Steals my ore… i ask her to atleast let me finish my mining and level up to 6 (i was 5 at the time with 3 more ore to go) and she tells me “no u noob get ur wn @#$%!!!!11!”…gee, thanks for that lack of grammer, bad spelling, and oh-so-wonderful attitude. it’s appreciated, honestly.

Well, with another day of Dofus gone and done (not all was bad, i got 100+ ore from it!) I hurry through a shower, getting dressed, and then searching all over the house for my necklace that Jimmy gave me for Valentines. Finally Mitchell, Kaitlyn, and Rose all pull up in Mitchell’s teensy black car, and we all head to the overly-expensive and filled-to-the-brim-with-snobs–Panera bread resteraunt. Rose managed to bribe me with a green-apple Jones soda, and the group’s decided i’m never allowed to have one again. (let’s just say i’m an easy drunk… if it even resembles a beer bottle, i’m gone…) But either way it turned out great. Rose screamed something about McPheters getting hit in the face with “Kid’s Balls” (they were “some kid’s” Oreo cookie candy balls, but this was the only part the other patrons of Panera heard…) and then proceeded to scream about her cat Cheese, scraping his ass across the carpet at her house, even though he doesn’t have worms…

I love my friends.

So after taking a short jog to Mitchell’s house out in the ritsy end of the boonies, we decide “Shit! we forgot the movie!” so we head out to Family Video where Mitchell decides to tell me “i wanna watch the Emporer’s new groove.”

Dot Dot Dot…

“Why!?” of course was my response, but after a grueling 20 minute search for the god-damn movie and realising it wasn’t there, we settled on the more violent and freaky version, of 1408. No, 1408 isn’t that movie where it’s like 1408 B.C or anything, it’s the Horror film by Stephen King, about a haunted room with the skeptic who writes books on Paranormal activity he “experiences” in supposedly haunted hotels/motels and cemeteries.

Holy. Shit.

AWESOME movie! I loved the creepiness, and the surprise, and it didn’t have all those shaky “Oooh I’m stalking you!” moments in it where they FLASH everything across the screen. it was a total and udder MIND game, and it was great. I would definitely recommend it to anyone who wants to see a movie that’ll mess with your mind and leave you eager for more.

This perfect example of a good horror movie, was immediatly followed by screaming, a large pillow/penny fight, stealing of socks, crushing of people, more screaming, tickling, poking of soft underbellies, and much laughter–along with a polite “shut the hell up you guys!” from a very scared Mitchell’s dad. (We knew he wouldn’t open the door to tell us, because he was afraid–as always–that we were on mitchell’s bed, naked, and having a bi-orgy. No worries though, we’re all too much family for that, and some of us are still happily staying forever straight.) Immediatly following this, we all headed home, and i had a mental breakdown in the car–tears and all–about how much i want to leave this house, how much i hate school and the fucking teachers inside it, and how i can’t take it any longe, whether i graduate or not. This resulted in many hugs from mitchell–although not very long ones because he was driving at the time…

Once home, i immediately unloaded a bag of shoestring potatoes, Velveeta cheese, and bacon bits into a bowl, microwaved it, and watched “A Haunting: The Lake House (Springfield Illinois)” with mom until i got bored and thirsty, and decided to write in my little blog, and check on Aunt Jane’s Obituaries in the newspaper to see if they were up yet. They are. (Here for those of you who care…)

So here i am, jotting down my day’s worth, and talking with my boyfriend who’s giggling as madly as a schoolgirl over his new computer he just got in the mail. Another Day, another–ooh a nickle!